Cinzie vs. the evil house centipedes: round 11
Last night, when I got home from work, I opened the door to my bedroom and found another house centipede under the door.
Again, it stood there, frozen, and waiting for me to make the first move. Suddenly, a great idea came to mind... I should call the husband to take care of it. It's what he's here for.
"Man up and take care of it yourself," he said, leaving me feeling all alone in the world, facing another evil centipede.
So, the husband couldn't be convinced to get off his lazy ass and kill it. I had to think of something, and I had to think of it quickly. I slowly made my way to the other side of the room, while trying to keep my eye on it, and picked up my swiffer sweeper. It would be the perfect weapon against the evil centipedes. Not only will it kill the bug, it will also clean up the mess left by my sudden, and merciless attack.
And attack, I did. I killed it! Mixed feelings of both pride and shame suddenly came over me, as I thought of what I'd just done. I was happy that there was one less house centipede in the house, and appalled at the measures that I had taken to ensure that the centipede was "taken care of."
I turned my swiffer around to see the poor thing one last time before I dumped it, and to my utter shock, it wasn't there. In fact, it was nowhere to be found.
Another battle was lost. But the war certainly wasn't over.
Again, it stood there, frozen, and waiting for me to make the first move. Suddenly, a great idea came to mind... I should call the husband to take care of it. It's what he's here for.
"Man up and take care of it yourself," he said, leaving me feeling all alone in the world, facing another evil centipede.
So, the husband couldn't be convinced to get off his lazy ass and kill it. I had to think of something, and I had to think of it quickly. I slowly made my way to the other side of the room, while trying to keep my eye on it, and picked up my swiffer sweeper. It would be the perfect weapon against the evil centipedes. Not only will it kill the bug, it will also clean up the mess left by my sudden, and merciless attack.
And attack, I did. I killed it! Mixed feelings of both pride and shame suddenly came over me, as I thought of what I'd just done. I was happy that there was one less house centipede in the house, and appalled at the measures that I had taken to ensure that the centipede was "taken care of."
I turned my swiffer around to see the poor thing one last time before I dumped it, and to my utter shock, it wasn't there. In fact, it was nowhere to be found.
Another battle was lost. But the war certainly wasn't over.